This interim Maine season, part late winter and part early spring, has a raw beauty. Snow melt saturates the earth, snow lingers in the shade, and dead branches litter the forest floor, but summer’s diversions beckon. The dock needs only one day’s labor (a full day’s labor, true)–and ice out to become the summer living room on the lake. Stacked dock furniture awaits setup, canoes and kayaks need only open water. One of the most fortuitous aspects of my schedule is that the Maine spring comes alive just as the school year winds down. Commencement ceremonies one weekend, dock installation the next. Try to find that in other professions.